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"Find someone to take him out."
The eldest son nodded, "Understood."
The eldest grandson hesitated before speaking up, "Grandfather, I heard that Victor is a madman. If Casare is killed, and he sends people over, what should we do?"
"Haha~," Otto Lucchese patted his eldest grandson on the head, still fond of him, "He doesn't have the guts to be so reckless in the United States. He's a warlord who needs American support."
"And we are Americans."
If Victor dared to come, he dared to do a handstand and eat shit.
"Alright, help me down..." Otto Lucchese hadn't finished speaking when he suddenly heard the voice of the bodyguards outside.
"Stop!"
Then came gunshots.
Bang!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Someone was shooting? Who?
The other four of the Five Families? Impossible, the fortunes of a few would affect them all.
Could it be other gangs?
Who would dare to offend the Mafia in New York?
